"It's not that bad, Ratchet, I'm just a little dizzy." He stumbles when Ratchet helps him up, though, and grimaces. "Okay, I'm a lot dizzy. But it'll pass. You're right, we can't stop moving."

It's unlikely the Cetagandans would track them when they have such low resources, if they didn't follow the last batch of escapees, but. Time is not on their side. Even with the slightly warmer weather and the food in their packs they can't survive out in the woods forever. York gives himself a moment, still leaning on Ratchet, until the world stops spinning and slanting out from under him.

"I'm good." A little shaky, but he's got his balance back. "Really. Not gonna get pneumonia."